YOU HAD TWO ROAD KILLS

Amelia felt the frustration in her heart and it was still because of what she saw earlier. Especially when one of the men drinking in that resto bar suddenly approached her with a shot glass.

"A pretty woman like you shouldn't drink by yourself. Give me a glass." He said and pushed the shot glass he was carrying in front of her.

Amelia blinked and cursed. "Move," she said lazily and didn't even look at him.

"Come on." The man insisted.

"Get the fuck out of here," she said firmly to the man.

The man scoffed. "Hey!"

"Do you think I came this far so I could pour a drink for you?" She said sarcastically without looking at her.

The man seemed even more angry because of what she said. "What?!"

Amelia scoffed and cussed and quickly looked at the man next to her.

"Do you think I crawled up this far to sit and have a drink with you?!" She hissed.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" The man yelled.